Everything is a blur,
The usual sarcastic comment stays locked up inside,
The key swallowed up and digested completely.
I can feel the dread spread through my body,
The fear spilling in waves of drenching anxiety.
I can hear myself internally screaming.
But the world outside of my hollow shell is loud.
There's a drumming,
A hard pounding every where.
The rhythm,
Is nauseating.
I can't feel pain,
But my hands are clenched tightly to my side.
There are razors that are digging in and the pounding is only louder
Thunk.
I can't feel my legs
But I can see myself shaking
Thunk.
Everything is blurry.
But I can make out eyes staring.
Thunk.
I hear nothing but muffled words.
Yet I know the blubbering screeches I can't make out are to me.
Thunk.
There's someone getting closer.
Thunk.
My body is paralyzed.
Thunk.
My insides are churning.
Thunk.
They're only a few inches away.
Thunk.
My mouth is open, but nothing is spilling out.
Thunk.
"Are you okay?"
Thunk, thunk, thunk.
